ALARIS' POV
The school was already quiet as it should be at seven o'clock in the evening. The guards had already finished their job at going around the campus, checking for the unlocked rooms, and checking if there are any students lingering around.
The faculty room doesn't get checked. The guards knew I always stay late alone and then go home. But for tonight, I'm not alone.
"You've been avoiding me the whole day, Mr. de Marcel. After what I told you yesterday I was expecting a more appreciative response." The science teacher battered her lashes at me. I've seen women like her and I know what they want. Yesterday, she cornered me in the men's bathroom and flashed her breasts as though I asked for it.
"I have more important matters to deal with, Ms. Mont other than entertaining you. Excuse me," I said and was about to step around her when she stepped in my way.
She grinned as her eyes traveled my eyes to my lips. Then her hands straightened the lapel of my coat. I did not get surprised when I felt her hands flat on my chest.
"You know what makes you more interesting, Mr. de Marcel?" she purred. "You're so hard to get." Her hands wrapped around my neck and pulled me close enough for our lips to touch. I did not respond to the kiss and when she felt it, she stepped back. I narrowed my eyes on the lipstick now messy on her lips.
I took the handkerchief from my pocket and wiped my mouth. I could see her getting offended at that but I didn't care.
I placed my handkerchief back into my pocket and looked at her.
"I know what you want and I am going to give it to you," I said. She looked confused at first but then she grinned like a cat. She walked closer to me and I held my hand to stop her.
I pushed her down until she was on her knees. One of my hands was on her head and my other hand fumbled on the zipper of my pants. She looked at me and grinned before she took my length into her hands.
I let her have me and she let me have her. But I was thinking of something else as I dove into human pleasures. This will be the last time I will be seen in this school. Morgiana Davis will turn 18 in a few hours and my mission here will be done.
My head whipped to the wall clock inside the office and I muttered a mental curse. I'm late.
I looked at Ms. Mont. She was still trembling and I was already fixing myself. She slumped into the floor and rested her back on the wall. She looked at me and gave me a satisfied smile before she said, "That was the best I've ever had." Her eyes were almost closed and her dress was still hiked up to her waist.
I tossed the handkerchief in her direction before I said, "Clean yourself."
I didn't wait for her to respond and immediately went out of the office.
"Damn it," I hissed as I walked down the quiet hall. I should have stopped her earlier. I wasn't like this. Even if that woman got naked in front of me I wouldn't have given her what she wanted. But deep down I know what the reason was. I've been holding it all day. Ever since I saw that girl changing in the dressing room, I couldn't get her off my mind. And when Ms. Mont showed up to me, offering me something I normally would have refused, I took it. It's been a few days. A few days of holding back. For some reason, I can't get her off my mind. Morgiana Davis is an abomination and it must be because of that that I couldn't stop thinking about her. About the soft skin beneath her skirt that hikes up every time she sat on the chair in front of my table, about the way her lips curve into a small smile--those lips begging to be kissed. Everything about her is enchanting. And I blame her for it.
"Fuck."
I got out of the school building and went straight to where I should be tonight: Morgiana Davis's house.
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